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U.K: Boards, Briefs, Bain and Cure

Posted by Tespid on July 21, 2015

  • Story image for underground social movements United Kingdom from VICE

    Bucharest’s Drug-Addicted Roma Are Being Left to Rot | VICE

    VICE16 hours ago
    A Trans Woman in Portland Was Just Convicted of Stealing Social Security by … A 20-minute drive from the underground ghetto in the sewers, …. He said lots of people from Ferentari love England because the …. and that there had been little movement in improving education or health care for Roma.
  • Story image for underground social movements United Kingdom from Noisey (blog)

    Mekons Finally Get Their Revenge: An Interview with Sally Timms of

    Noisey (blog)Jul 17, 2015
    The Mekons formed in 1977, in Leeds, England. …. And sometimes no one comes to the show but we just consider the shows a vehicle for our social life essentially. … there was the whole movement because there was a ton of racism, … of 1980’s house and then early 90s underground British dance music.
  • Story image for underground social movements United Kingdom from Daily Mail

    Meryl Streep, Helena Bonham Carter and Carey Mulligan star on

    Daily MailJul 15, 2015
    … in the suffrage movement, Pankhurst founded the Women’s Social and Political … to join the U.K.‘s growing suffragette movement led by Pankhurst. … women from all walks of life, who are eventually forced underground to …
  • ‘El Chapo’ jailbreak is both a Mexican and an American story

    The Conversation AUJul 16, 2015
    El Chapo incarnates everything that the United States pities and fears … drugs symbolised social challenges to established norms across the Western world. … and British-based HSBC facilitated over many years the movement of … underground paths not only for escaping law enforcement agencies, but …
  • You’re Not Racist But… : Irreverence, Bigotry and the Politically

    Huffington Post UKJul 13, 2015
    This was a slogan popularized by British Conservative MP Peter … It is often claimed that racism died with the civil rights movement and the … Or did they decide it was easiest to hide their racism so as not to lose social standing? … Racism is underground now, which makes it much more difficult to detect.
  • Haaretz

    Unprecedented Israeli Action Against Jerusalem Club’s Anti-Arab

    Huffington PostJul 10, 2015
    Beitar was founded in 1936 by members of the Beitar movement established in 1923 … para-military Jewish underground that waged a violent campaign against the pre-state British mandate authorities. … rooted in resentment against social and economic discrimination, rivals their disdain for Palestinians.
  • The times they are a-changin’ as NME becomes free sheet

    Financial TimesJul 6, 2015
    According to its owner, Time Inc UK, the NME is taking the next step … writers from the underground press brought a newly irreverent tone … Coverage has had to adapt to the emergence of new music movements, from punk to hip-hop. … The new scheme aims to broaden its operations to social media and …
  • Recovering New York City’s Black History

    Huffington PostJul 2, 2015
    The image was first uncovered by Philip Panaritis, a social studies curriculum … to Freedom: The Hidden History of the Underground Railroad (Norton) and … In British New York slavery expanded and was more tightly regulated. … While New York City and State became central to the movement to abolish …
  • Britain is wrong to reject fracking application: Kemp

    ReutersJun 29, 2015
    The railway is now part of the West Coast Main Line, Britain’s busiest … Dickens was ambivalent about the social and economic changes wrought by … subject to stringent conditions on traffic movements, control of noise, dust, … arrive at giant regasification terminals and be sent via underground pipelines, …
  • ‘I must save my life and not risk my family’s safety!': Untold Stories of

    JadaliyyaJul 5, 2015
    … was raised and educated in the United Kingdom, and she was descended from … of the Muslim Brotherhood movement in Hama City during the 1980s, and … on her knees to climb down seven floors of stairs located underground until …. analysis of global and social media, I have analyzed representative …

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Boards, Briefs, and Banter

Posted by Tespid on July 21, 2015

  • Why Banning the Confederate Flag Won’t Stop Confederate America

    Washingtonian.com (blog)1 hour ago
    … in blackface, the fleeing president is escorted along the Underground Railroad by … the American Civil Rights movement, to bring the CSA into the USA. ….. Not with programs, not with “dialogue,” not with social engineering.
  • Story image for underground social movements from The Quietus

    The Quietus | Features | Noel’s Straight Hedge | Noel’s Straight

    The Quietus10 hours ago
    … spits about ketamine-heavy house parties and tube journeys full of pricks. … punk and UK82, all movements with aims of trashing their ancestry. … containing varying degrees of relevant social comment but all worth hearing.
  • Story image for underground social movements from Vulture

    Humans Recap: Instructions Not Included — Vulture

    VultureJul 19, 2015
    … left for a work commitment and uses Anita/Mia to track Laura’s movements, … the rights and contradictory social baggage that entails just because she … her way into an underground club of humans brutally beating synths.
  • The New Underground Railroad Movement

    San Francisco Bay ViewJun 24, 2015
    “History suggests that it is crucial to the success of social movements that the people on whose behalf the movement speaks and acts need to …
  • Vogue ballroom culture endures in Philadelphia with new

    PhillyVoice.comJul 17, 2015
    It’s just not the “underground” scene it used to be. … They’re young people who, certainly, might embrace the prestige of social media fame if it comes along but … Henry Watts describes his movements as “sharp, precise and …
  • Mock the Garden returns for another charitable punk marathon

    City PagesJul 16, 2015
    Satisfied with this contribution to underground local and touring musicians, … where there’s already some momentum behind the movements,” he says, … as well as his provocative freelance writing and social media presence.
  • Dallas Rapper Buffalo Black Sees Modern-Day America as a Real

    Dallas ObserverJul 16, 2015
    … that’s been living under a rock that’s 300 feet underground and cut off from all … midst of some form of social upheaval and much of it is centered on race. … some of which marginalize the work of the Civil Rights movement.
  • Jerusalem Post Israel News

    Monitor Board of Contributors: United Church of Christ membership

    Concord MonitorJul 15, 2015
    The leaders of the progressive Jewish movements – the Reform movement in … in college cafeterias, and in social halls where Jews were partaking of … and bombings to eliminate – an extensive underground tunnel system.
  • Whose face do you want on the $10 bill?

    Rochester Democrat and ChronicleJul 12, 2015
    One of the most successful conductors on the Underground … “The political and social movements launched by these women and many like …
  • What Trans Movement?

    Advocate.comJul 14, 2015
    The battlefields are social media and op-ed sections, and the stakes are …. one another on city streets, in nightclubs, and at underground balls.

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Cooking: As requested

Posted by Tespid on July 7, 2015

Title: Saint Patrick’s Parsonage
AKA Pizza with Green Sauce

Dough:
1 cup water
2 Tablespoons olive oil
1 package of highly active yeast
½ teaspoon sugar
½ teaspoon salt
3 cups of all purpose flour
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Heat water and oil in a non reactive dish to 110 degrees to 115 degrees Fahrenheit. Add yeast. Stir with a wooden spoon. Proof the yeast with the sugar and wait till the foam double in volume and brown clumps of yeast float to the top. Add the yeast to the flour and salt in a nonreactive bowl. Stir. Then turn out and knead till smooth. No more than 5 minutes. Let the dough sit covered for 15 minutes. Place dough on a floured surface and divide in half. Flatten the dough section thin to fit into a 12” pizza pie pan. With the other dough make bread sticks. Dust the pizza pan with corn meal. Lay the dough on tip. Pierce with a fork several times. Place in the oven for 15 minutes or until the edges turn brown.

Green Pizza Sauce:
Poblano peppers – 2 medium
5 – 6 large cloves of garlic
¼ cup of Italian parsley
2 Tablespoons of olive oil
Wash peppers. Remove tops and seeds. Slice on one short end through to the bottom. Blacken the skin by exposing the outside skin to direct heat. When finished scrape off the skin and place into one cup of boiling water. Boil 10-15 minutes to soften flesh. Placein a blender of food processor with the other ingredients. Puree. Yield is ½ – 1 cup.
Using the whole yield, spread the sauce on the pie crust. Lay onions, olives and mushrooms in that order. Sprinkle ¼ cup of mozzarella on top. Create a layer of large pepperoni by overlapping each piece out to the edge of the pie. Sprinkle with ¼ cup of mozzarella and a few thinly sliced green peppers.
Bake 15 minutes till done and the cheese has melted. The pepperoni should shrink from the outer edge of the pie revealing the green sauce. Slice the pizza pie into quarters to the four petalled shamrock. Slice the quarters into halves and eat. Enjoy!
Remaining dough:
Cook for ½ hour after sectioning into 1 ½” pieces. Drizzle pan with olive oil and dough as well. Dust with cumin and garlic powder.

~Fluted Frog E-sq.

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Cooking Notes: As requested…

Posted by Tespid on July 6, 2015

I learned on my own by looking at the structure of the chicken. This however is superb. I’ll be viewing soon.

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Cooking: As requested… (Updated)

Posted by Tespid on July 6, 2015

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Ground Beef #1

1. Onions:Preheat oven to 200 degrees Fahrenheit. Heat 1/2 – 1 cup of corn oil in a heavy skillet to medium heat for deep frying. You will be cooking slow, so do not let the corn oil smoke. Meanwhile, slice one half of a medium onion into 1/4 inch rounds. Maintain the integrity of the slice and lay the slices gently to the side. In one bowl measure 1/2 cup of flour. Mix in 1/4 teaspoon of salt and a 1/4 teaspoon of pepper. Set aside. Crack one large egg into a bowl, beat slightly. Set aside. Take one onion round at a time and coat it in the beaten egg. Then dredge it in the flour mixture. Drop into the heated oil for frying. Slip several sections into the oil and cook till golden brown on each side. When finished drain on a paper towel set on a plate. Slip into the oven to wait for assembly.

2. Meat: Heat a griddle to med-high heat. Take one pound of ground beef and hand blend with the follow spices: 1/2 teaspoon of Kosher salt, 1/2 – 1 teaspoon of Mexican chili powder, 1/4 teaspoon of Cayenne Pepper, 1/2 teaspoon Cumin, 1/4 teaspoon Paprika, 1/2 teaspoon of powdered garlic, 2 teaspoon of minced garlic, 1/2 teaspoon powdered onion, 1 teaspoon liquid smoke. Form about 1/4-1/2 pound of the meat into a large square patty. Place on the griddle and cook fairly quickly to form a sear on both sides of the patty. Keep a close eye on the meat so it will not burn. The sear should set into cook the meat to medium rare status. When the patty is flipped over take the bun or slices of bread and place them on the same griddle into the beef fat. While the burger cooks on the second side, toast the bread on both sides in the fat. If there is not enough fat, use a tablespoon of bacon grease on the pan to finish the job. Set aside the bread on a cutting board when finished. When the meat is finished, sprinkle with shredded cheddar and set the patty on a wooden cutting board to wait assembly.

3. Assembly: Place the board with the bread in front of you with one slice of bread to your left and the other on the right. Spread one to two tablespoons of barbeque sauce on each bread face. Place the burger on the bread flat to your left. Top with two to three rounds of onion rings. Place the slice of bread on the right on top of the stack. Slice on the diagonal. Place the sandwich on the plate with the remaining onion rings. Turn off all burners and the stove. Feast! Clean up. Place the remaining meat in the refrigerator for foodie emergencies. ’nuff said.

~Fluted Frog, E-sq.

Contemplation: 1/4 teaspoon coriander added to the beef mixture with the other herbs and spices. Also prepare 1/2 a firm medium sized cucumber by striping the sides of the vegetable with a vegetable grater. Then cut into 1/4″ rounds. For a dipping sauce with the cucumber mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4-1/2 teaspoon of sea salt. Feast.

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Wildcard: Music

Posted by Tespid on June 19, 2015

  • Story image for drug underground methamphetamine heroin cocaine from FDRMX

    The Top Five Songs Written about Specific Drugs

    FDRMXMar 18, 2015
    Mark Lanegan created a song called “Methamphetamine Blues,” which … Like heroin, cocaine is another drug, which many bands and musicians … about heroin (to my knowledge) is “Heroin” by The Velvet Underground; …

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PA Journals: Leftover Steak and warmed over Porridge

Posted by Tespid on June 19, 2015

Story image for methamphetamine Pennsylvania from CBS Local

34 Charged In Western Pa. Drug Ring After Year-Long Investigation

CBS Local12 hours ago
The suspects are accused of selling heroin, cocaine, methamphetamine and illegally-obtained prescription drugs. Most of the suspects lived in …
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Carnegie Mellon University grad student charged with operating

Pittsburgh Post-GazetteMar 11, 2015
… derivative of methamphetamine – in eastern Allegheny County, targeting Monroeville, Penn Hills, Delmont and Westmoreland County, district …

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Bir’day Week Cooking: As requested…. The cake

Posted by Tespid on June 13, 2015

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Birthday Cake #3
Yield: 21 Cupcakes
1st Bake: June 12, 2015

1 cup Butter softened
½ cup Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate powder
2-3 Tablespoons of freshly grated Ginger
1 teaspoon Mexican Chili powder
¾ Granulated White Sugar
¾ Light Brown Sugar
3 egg yolks
3 egg whites
½-3/4 cup of finely chopped zucchini
1 ½ cup of all purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking powder
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 cup of whole milk
24 -30 cupcake liners

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cream butter with chocolate, ginger, chili powder, granulated sugar, brown sugar, and egg yolks. In a separate bowl, whip egg whites to stiff peaks. In a separate bowl, sift flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Fold in zucchini to butter mixture. Alternate adding milk and flour to the butter mixture. Lastly fold egg whites completely into the butter mixture. Try not to over blend.
Spray the cupcake tins with a thin layer of butter. Place the liners into the trays. Drop enough batter into each cup to fill the cup about one quarter away from the top. Bake for 20-25 minutes. Remove from the over. Cool for five minutes, remove from the pan, then cool on a rack for 15-20 minutes.

Frosting
I am trying to cut back on sugar so this recipe is a small batch. You can use your favorite recipe for chocolate frosting or try the following:
¼ cup of butter softened
1 ½ cup of powdered sugar
¼ cup of Hershey’s Special Dark Chocolate powder
1-2 Tablespoons of whole milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Add chocolate to the butter and blend well. Add the sugar a ¼ cup at a time to the butter while alternating with the milk to smooth the consistency. Finally add the vanilla. Consistence should be thick and smooth, not stiff. Add more milk a little at a time to thin out if necessary.
Frost the cupcakes and store in the refrigerator.
Notes: I split the yield between the freezer and refrigerator and plan on frosting a few today. For some reason I want this birthday to last. So storing reminders in the refrigerator will store the memories for a few more weeks. The taste is original for me and appealing. I do not have to keep digging into the container though. The aroma is distinctive and made me curious as to what I had wrought. I’m pleased but fear this recipe may only be for a more experienced palette. Still, I am committed to making this again.
Enjoy!
~Pastied Pastry Cook

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Birthday Week Cookin’

Posted by Tespid on June 7, 2015

I heard the request. Forgive me though, it was pinch and dash method. After cooking on the hibachi I never said a word. T’was good. The herbs and spices are mainly of a Hispanic mix, well at least what I understand of Mexican cooking. I also learned I do not have to replicate Taco Bell, El Phoenix or he rest. Mine is mine and I’m learning to use as fresh as possible. Thanks to my next door neighbor on that note. Today’s unnamed blend:

2 deboned chicken thighs

2 Tablespoons Red Apple Cider Vinegar

Cayenne Pepper

Mexican Chili Powder

Cumin

Kosher Salt

Garlic Powder

Onion Powder

Black Pepper

Local Honey

Rinse well the thighs and pound to a 1/2″ thickness. Place in a plastic container and flip at least once to coat well in the Red apple cider vinegar. Drizzle with honey then with the remaining ingredients dust the chicken to build a thin coating no more than 1/8″ on the chicken. Flip the chicken over and repeat the seasoning process starting with the honey. Cover the container and refrigerate for 24 hours. Shake at least once half way through the time. On a hibachi or outdoor grill cook the chicken starting with the flesh side toward the heat. Caramelizing and blackened edges are expected. Once done, slice in one inch sections. If more cooking is needed, return to heat or finish off in the microwave oven.

~Fluted Frog, Esq.

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Writing: As requested

Posted by Tespid on May 31, 2015

Caveats: #1 Thank you dear anonymous+ for the encouragement. These never would have seen the light of day till I got back to a project over 15 years old (i.e. Never.) #2 You find in portion of the writing, a woman is the focus. In no way interpret this as lesbianism. After a series of classes in college and reading elsewhere I became fascinated with the ancient practice of Courtly Love. (I still do not have a solid hold on it) In any case I wrote from the viewpoint of a knight before he left for the battle fronts during a Crusade. His confusion to bear children by love or staying true to his love and obligations to Christ are a internal war I explore in other writings as well. Meanwhile several bodiless characters develop that need to be fleshed out for later. Meanwhile I feel like O’Keefe battling Stiegliz over his interpretation of her flowers as overtly sexual. For sure, all art is not all pornography. Lastly, I’ve got several more editing passes to make till I’m through. I prefer to wait till the last to post again. Ah, Yes! All hail the process.

#1

My blessed blessed,
Come to me tonight
with larkspur trailing in your hair
and the song that dwells in the caverns of your anchored breast.
Let us reap the pleasures of
conversation, glimpse the wan flesh of
an earlobe, and the drawn line circling your wrist.

#2

Of the speech on my lips
is the prayer of anger gone?
Voices bellow in low toned melody from minarets
That seems laden with sand and silt from the rivers
and dungeon pits across the Southern banks.

#3

I repent for days of joy.
I repent for the eye that is fooled.
I repent for respect falsely contributed.
I bow to that which is greater.
I forsake that which grieves.
I pass on so that none may forget.
I live so that our days may be done.
#4

Even if he hates, forsakes, and does not live
in grace,
you must take up for him.
Even as the gods finally forsake him, as they
leaven anger, spite, and drool committing to their own devices.
Cursed be flesh upon flesh upon lie upon depressed mind.
Even then you must aid and forgive him.

#5

Let my shadow follow you son till the journey night breaks.
Let nothing foul,
Let no carrion fall in our wake
Let my shadow fall upon you son
And let no buzzard mistake you for slake.

#6

We implore the great god of mysteries
Who is a wellspring font buried below water rock hewn pools and slate.
We beseech this one wish:
That we may enter the hearts of men
To find those challenged at heart
and striving in weakness to blood, bone, and temple honed,
Searching for kindness
in raw form, cherishing all divine and pleasing to your senses.
Let us find in these hearts of men, women, child, and being;
Honor, faith, and courage imbedded in and of the flesh.

#7

Considering the life of a flasher: one must question his motivation. One must try to see his point of view. For if there is that much eroticism in the world, shouldn’t we all take part?

#8

At night the drum beat low and the only other man slept in shifts. Then Bartholomew would prattle on about the beauty of Africa, the women, the lush greenery, and the lands

#9

Open’s a house
Two’s a mouse
Three’s a “How do you do?”
4s a mole
5 ever more
when owned what do you do?

One’s a house
Twos a mouse
3s a “how do you do?”
5s heaven then
6 Please and thank you

1s a house
2s a mouse
3s heaven sent
If we go to Devonshire all our money’s spent,
Rolling on the ground, making angels as we go.
Getting crazy stares from traveller’s shouting,
“You’re supposed to do that in snow!”

#10

pure and driven clean people
having no idea of fiendish deeds
introducing ideas that “make them go bad”.
Makes me consider what would cause a man to go mad?

Clean cloth and pepper
What’d you do to depress’er
White sheet and braun
What ever do go wrong
How did she think life would start
With still born hand and defeated heart?

#11

My blessed blessed,
May you only see me
By moonlight gaze eened out between
Mist and fog on low land
Next to soft petalled peonies
And bruised lemon grass

My blessed blessed come to me
Under rows of jasmine
And
You
Aromatic of almond oiled skin
Let my eyes fall upon your bare brow
Following the curve
Of your nose down to those lips
And let me think
Once.
Twice.
Thrice reconsider but not pursue.
Still not stare, for even
In those thoughts
I bring disgrace upon both our souls
For that kiss without touch ever leads the
Most holy astray into follies
Of carnal flesh.

What my blessed
Can I endure?
This passage of rights.
This new movement.
It takes all of me
and includes my love for you.
Shall I be found for you, my dearest and only?
We shall

Nothing so great, so fine, couyld get a woman pregnant.

#12

So few find in this mortal coil
A want to forgive and smile
And fine in ways to have more than happiness
And more than you

#13
Belief is what we call a temporary state of suppression of childhood
Once that is reached then and only then can the converted become the believer then a true believer, then a doer then one who knows only then the known becomes the dutiful

#14
How can I honestly say she likes me?
How often have you had sex, she asked.
By the intent in your eye, not enough.

#15
Jungar brought arms.
We weren’t sure we’d need them, but we became more convinced as he told us about the pirates
Three by sea and one besides me.
Three in a raft: one by stern,
Two in the galley, and one by the rudder.
Three by sea and one besides me.
We set sail under a burgeoning wind.
North by northwest a gale burdoned
with salt water. We were born by fresh water lakes,
sailed by gentle winds, and travailed by broad banded storms
We in search of taller trees, canopies,
higher cloud covered skies,
sharper mountain tops,
whiter cloud peaks,
sculpted water ridden vallies,
deeper reflective lakes,
and billowing bushes with shifting reaches.

So we emplore thee
old Gods of the Mye!

There is magic when the stars
show and tell you how to sail away
and home again.
Sailors have always known where
The Pleadis sleep and what the
Western Nebulae claws at.

#16

Albigensian Creed

Tout votre sanc de3vez espandre
Pour la sainte Englise defender
– Lordere de Chevalerie

Wandering naked in the cold
I too wonder what to seek to keep chattering bones warm.
Fear of God?
Love of Christ?
Great Mother Mary save me from displeasure to thee
“Thou shalt believe all that the church teaches and shall obey all her commandments”

I’ve come half a world
Only to find love resides in the breast of a Moor.
Dare I ask what hides behind silk covered tresses?
I seek to war
with Moorish Kingdoms,
yet I find only peace and understanding.
I am a knight, young, virile, yet, eeking out progress
to the flesh.

“Never think of serving God, never tell the truth. If you meet with and honest man, dishounor him. Burn down town, village, houses, over thrown altar and break crucifixes”
-Amis et Amiles, Hadre

“It appears to be simple, but it is not. How often do you get the chance to do something about it.”
“Nothing came of it,” said Lucius, “nothing good at all. Still we made the trek. Pilgrimmage is what you will to her door.”
Laughing and talking all the way wondering if this High Muck-Muck was real. “Neither sweat, nor stain, nor belches shall keep us from appointed round. Shall we bring cakes of other offerings from the sea? Land? Air? Shall we sing praises of God, Goddess, or Demi-urges long gone past their prime? Shall we adorn her with flowers? All I can think about is after that weary journey to her door, some hospitality will be had by us and all. I hope.”
“Way out. Way out past the forest, grasslands, and desert is the woman I see myself by drawing.”
#17
If we speak of shoes and ship and sealing wax
Will pigs not follow?
If we speak of each other
Fecund , sweat drenched, and taled of woe,
Shall we arise only succumbed
By summer’s heat and humidity?

Summer hierarchies
Give sway to banners and manners;
All made of cotton and silk.
For they are
Lightweight and easy to disrobe.

Whispered:
If I took you to my bed…
What would happen?
Blushed:
Nothing.

Toungues langoured by the sunshine
Shall only speak of watery ways
The curve of the head and the lithe of a creek ever flowering between
and the eyes will cry salt over the
sight of fresh streams.
#18
Courtly Love

A fancy in many a tale
A truth but drops from my lips
Only to touch the ground longing to fly into the hand of my lover
Piqued and wan that less in gender
and so low may I be when away
from my blessed blessed.
Her hair, her hands, her breadth, her presence
Give me strength in all of these endeavors
to proceed into other arrays.

What more can I write?
My love for her grows with every passing minute.
Day, full;
Moon, night.
Abundance overflows in pleasure with one kiss to the hand, a
most gratuitous and flattering act of desperation.

Carth cart knew the rule of love was only a fancy.
War was reality.
Nothing but god in the heart.
Nothing but soul to give.
Beyond god?
Beyond all hope of recognition, courtly love could bring a kinght’s soul to blossom
A gracious and beautiful young woman who’s been taught how to gird a young man’s inclinations to the point that it competes with god for a seat at his heart.

They assume what I want is not nobility born of a clear mind.
They assume what I seek is petty and frivolous.
They forget the emotional pain and simplicity of desire,
born of fear,
fear of being left,
fear of my own people,
fear of being homeless,
fear of starving,
and a gentle fear of what I will become.
Lest no thought strives for something beyond an impression of guilt;
Or being racked with determination to fulfill some deep seeded need for feeling wanted by a woman.
#A
In pursuit of perfection,
In my lover’s eyes,
May I bribe, beat, and strain,
To that pinnacle and be the only one
basking in that delight.

#B
Where do I find you?
Me, ethereal; you, concrete.
My feeling surges at the breast.
No comfort for the weary at heart.
Shocked like deer in mid pose before the hunter takes aim with twine, birch and feather;
only to pass.
Why, oh why, may I only be Trioluous?
Forlorn and lost to another caress of your hands,
your arms,
your breast.

#C
How do I find thee?
Awaiting! Thou fornicator of men!
How do I find thee?
Thy upshod of dirt and suet made shit!
How do I find thee?
My rough lover in between the hollyhocks?
Girded, weighted, and torn between a
love I would never find otherwise.
My hopes and dreams of a courtly maid
made faint by the closeness of a tavern wench.

#D
Passages of sleep pass before my eyes
Deep and resounding, plentiful but evasive.

Wicked ways of farce we wrought.
Beyond this and out control of
Wicked thought
this we cry
Out of these which endeavors in which we lie.

#E
Oh Whoa! I ponder my contribution in life
Oh Lo! I have pondered my position in life
Yes again, significant I have wrought yet forgetful of all.
Moon is bright;
Day turn night;
Quenching the thirst for day.
Sun at falter,
Nights getting longer and the air has passed out of the sky.
Moon is bright; day turn night,
Old thoughts fading at the sight of stars.
Morning getting colder,
Anger’s getting older and he says it time to move on
Sun is bright, night turn day
Onward into afternoon
Quenching thirst from parched night cause of
Dusk to dawn is sweat.
Purge my belly’s fire gone wan.
Moon turns pale iris blue;
While sun blooms forth into daze.
Calm and bright
Day turn night
Onward to midnight
Quenching thirst from day
Stars turn to tea light flames
While moon turns away from blazing hearth fires.

#E
Let me turn to that which leaves by the moon.

Give me freedom to be light
When soul weighs down
Its burden
Last let that which needs to leave, go.
Lastly set my sorrows afloat,
To be dawn’s light sail in over the ocean’s edge.
Long enough to heal from a scar
Short enough that it not mar or marks.

#F

Being this brown sets me off as being recognized as white;
though I would be called such by my mannerisms
and speech by an ignorant hoard.
Being this brown sets me apart from being recognized as being just black;
though I would be called such by my mannerisms
and skin color by an ignorant hoard.
Being this brown sets me apart from an ignorant hoard.

Copyright N.C. Constantine 2015 All Rights Reserved

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Writing: Obliged Request

Posted by Tespid on May 29, 2015

Ceres et non
Oh, Goddess of wheat,
not the Goddess of dawn and night by itself alone;
Prolong it and lengthen it, these days and these nights.
Tell Atlas to hold and Let these hours be.
Beseech we, bequeath thee,
All in time will remember she
Who came and reaped the fallows again.

Ceres et non
Daun et noctournis se
Extend it et long
’til harvest head breaks the length of day.
Under a reaping moon, the thresher tends not to seek the grain;
because Luna makes more fruit than cereal under the sun.

My sweet und Swedish fish, poppy faced from blistering heat,
takes the month to break the meat of the ground
no matter how long the weekes it takes.
My crimson- blushed sweet, rashed from exhaustion. With him, I now stay within the fields the length of these days. I begged to let us work side by side, but he would only have it this way:
As he rests, I take the time to sow his picks for longevity. I pluck from the seeds best, all bright colored jellyfish– sweet cherry C to the taste. He chews me out for the length of this heat that blisters in his chest.
He finds solace by laying down on me chest to breast, breast to breast.
His weight to my bone like crushing oregano leaves pressing out the oil.
His weight to my bone, like crushing of African violets for pressing in pages of my illicit diaries.
Pressings rise like leavened latkes fresh made from sweet potatoes and shallots. Sprinkled and dusted with molasses leavings of turbinado sugar. His amiable leavings on the flats and folds of what lays below the curved and crevices of breast-to-breast. He flavors himself with sweet orange blossoms, seeds, flesh, and meats. Citrus for sinusitis when winter’s cold makes peace upon our home; in him I seek a remedy.
Breast to breast,
Breast to robin-red
In the vegetable garden, he presses his receding hairline to my public bone.
The tomatoes turn round, curved, and plumper.
The peas rise from the ground, reaching up to tie and create a stronger vine.
The coureggettes are hollowed out by the grackle that lives in the pine tree.
Still he must leave and go away to another box far from where he was born and first lay in that bed with some woman. Girl platted with grey haired flesh that he never ever, never ever names.
Well, at least not in front of me.
I have learned not to ask after that which is denied, defamed, and decried before I know.
Before I have an inclination or desire to ask after too know how not to ask after.
My voice cries fowl each time he takes to the plow once kissing me on the mouth with an exploring scout tongue. Maybe he wants me to go after him. Wrap left arm ‘round, then the right. Clasp left hand; clasp right ‘round the little pile of free flesh above his former attachment to his mother. His belly button is an “inny”. The doctors knew right and quick how to cut off the bloodied shit,
Then mold my finger between cleft and pubis mons, as the plow slows down and I press my lips to his feigned open mouth yawn.
©N.C. Constantine April 2008 All Rights Reserved

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Writing: Cold Porridge, As Requested

Posted by Tespid on May 29, 2015

#1

My blessed blessed,
Come to me tonight
with larkspur trailing in your hair
and the song that dwells in the caverns of your anchored breast.
Let us reap the pleasures of
conversation and glimpse the wan flesh of
an earlobe, and the drawn line circling your wrist.

#2

Of the speech on my lips
is the prayer of anger gone?
Voices bellow in low toned melody from minarets
That seem laden with sand and silt from the rivers
and dungeon pits across the Southern banks.

#3

I repent for days of joy.
I repent for the eye that is fooled.
I repent for respect falsely contributed.
I bow to that which is greater.
I forsake that which grieves.
I pass on so that none may forget.
I live so that our days may be done.
#4

Even if he hates, forsakes, and does not live
in grace,
you must take up for him.
Even as the gods finally forsake him, as they
leaven anger, spite, and drool committing to their own devices.
Cursed be flesh upon flesh upon lie upon depressed mind.
Even then you must aid and forgive him.

#5

Let my shadow follow you son till the journey night breaks.
Let nothing foul,
Let no carrion fall in our wake
Let my shadow fall upon you son
And let no buzzard mistake you for slake.

#6

We implore the great god of mysteries
Who is a wellspring font buried below water rock hewn pools and slate.
W beseech this one wish:
That we may enter the hearts of men
To find those challenged at heart
and striving in weakness to blood, bone, and temple honed,
Searching for kindness
in raw form, cherishing all divine and pleasing to your senses.
Let us find in these hearts of men, women, child, and being;
Honor, faith, and courage imbedded in and of the flesh.

#7

Considering the life of a flasher: one must question his motivation. One must try to see his point of view. For if there is that much eroticism in the world, shouldn’t we all take part?

#8

At night the drum beat low and the only other man slept in shifts. Then Bartholomew would prattle on about the beauty of Africa, the women, the lush greenery, and the lands

#9

Open’s a house
Two’s a mouse
Three’s a “How do you do?”
4s a mole
5 ever more
when owned what do you do?

One’s a house
Twos a mouse
3s a “how do you do?”
5s heaven then
6 Please and thank you

1s a house
2s a mouse
3s heaven sent
If we go to Devonshire all our money’s spent,
Rolling on the ground, making angels as we go.
Getting crazy stares from traveller’s shouting,
“You’re supposed to do that in snow!”

#10

pure and driven clean people
having no idea of fiendish deeds
introducing ideas that “make them go bad”.
Makes me consider what would cause a man to go mad?

Clean cloth and pepper
What’d you do to depress’er
White sheet and braun
What ever do go wrong
How did she think life would start
With still born hand and defeated heart?

#11

My blessed blessed,
May you only see me
By moonlight gaze eened out between
Mist and fog on low land
Next to soft petalled peonies
And bruised lemon grass

My blessed blessed come to me
Under rows of jasmine
And
You
Aromatic of almond oiled skin
Let my eyes fall upon your bare brow
Following the curve
Of your nose down to those lips
And let me think
Once.
Twice.
Thrice reconsider but not pursue.
Still not stare, for even
In those thoughts
I bring disgrace upon both our souls
For that kiss without touch ever leads the
Most holy astray into follies
Of carnal flesh.

What my blessed
Can I endure?
This passage of rights.
This new movement.
It takes all of me
and includes my love for you.
Shall I be found for you, my dearest and only?
We shall

~NCC

Note: These are vignettes building toward pages with illustrations. I have more writing to edited to show to finish out the saved file. Whoever you are, thanks for the swift kick in the arse to get going. It been far to long. Still I’m convicted to cart it all around even to the grave till I sit down and get to editing for style and grammar. Dare I say what I have posted needs at least two more passed under the red pen. Glad to share though. Sincere Thanks.

Note #2:Inspiration for this verbal pursuit stems from a fascination with the Middle Ages and the Crusades.

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Writing: Cold Porridge

Posted by Tespid on May 28, 2015

On the eve of the fall,
my former Lord peeks out from under the plastic shelter’s doors.
Midst the
tear gas and thick fog,
the marble pillars that surround
are not much protection at all.

My ignorance tells
Athena’s control at the Parthenon
holds only memories of Greece
long gone.
Might and logic once did reign
Forgetting not the coffers which have gone empty again.
On the eve of autumn’s crest,
they say Poland’s forecast is next.
Then we’ll know what happens
to all the rest.

Resistance and concert;
All a struggle for better than just desserts.
Revenge for water is blinded and a thought gone rancid and astray.
Pantry’s gone empty;
even the hallway is cold.
These places I soon used to haunt.
These places I soon used to calm home.

Now my bed is a sturdy rock in the ground.
On the eve of the fall
I can’t sleep with the gales break howl.
On the eve of the fall,
I too peek between the pillows and balustrades
wondering who is going to fee and feed us tonight.

For a day I forgot the wind
Till I was blown in a direction without much change.
For more than an hour, more than a day, more than a year
Not it’s been come this coveted Sabbath Day.

Today I forgot the howl
and heeded to sail in motionless tides.
Milling in quaint tight circles, nay spirals always
Getting back to myself, always getting nowhere.
Maybe I am more than a dragless exhale.
Maybe I am as far as clouds reach
Into the landscape on Springs third rainy day.

~NCC 10/2014

Note: Thinking of Greece on the verge of economic decline.

What follows is as requested..Posted edited. All written before 1995.

#2

My love,
Come to me tonight
With flowers in your hair
And song in your heart
Reap the pleasure of
Conversation and the glimpse
Of an earlobe, a flash of wrist

The prayer on my lips
Is the prayer of anger gone?
Voices ring out from minarets
Laden with sand and silt from the rivers and dungeon pits

I repent for the days of joy
I repent for the eye that is fooled
I repent for respect falsely contributed
I bow to that which is greater
I forsake that which grieves
I pass on so that none may forget
I live so that our days may be done.

Even if he hates, forsakes, does not live
In grace
You must take up for him
Even if the gods forsake him, finally
Leavening anger, spite, and drool to its own devices
Cursed upon flesh upon flesh upon lie upon depressed mental state
Even then you must aid and forgive him

Let my shadow follow you my son
Let nothing foul
Let no carrion fall in my wake
Let my shadow fall upon you son
And let no buzzard mistake you for slake

We implore the great god of mysteries
Deep and profound
Grant us this one wish
That we may go into the hearts of men
And find those who arte challenged at heart
, striving in what is weak. Kindness
in its raw form, cherishing all which is
divine and pleasing to your senses
Let us find in these hearts of men, women, child, and being
Honor , faith, courage imbedded in and of the flesh.

#3
The life of a flasher.. one must question his motivation .. One must try to see his point of view. For if there is that much eroticism in the world, shouldn’t we all take part?

At night when the drums beat low and the only man slept in shifts. Then Bartholomew would prattle on about the beauty of Africa, the women, the lush greenery, the lands wonderous. We would take everything we could back home.

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Looking for a Boardless Summer

Posted by Tespid on May 18, 2015

I got caught. Finally. Someone played a trump as I played out what I remember of one of my favorite archetypes. Honesty? It had gotten so bad when I take on the character, its more than a few minutes to work back to my own identity. Sometimes I can not get the point across unless I follow up with a myth, fairytale, fable, or parable. Keeping all that in my head for “just in case” illustration is difficult sometimes. I am lonely for my Irish Mythology Reader that I sold back to Half Price Books long ago. I’ve been settling for Aesop’s Fables illustrated by a bevy of illustrators. I read, read, and imprinted what I could on the inside of my frontal lobe, but sometimes it is to no avail. Though when the teaching moments happen, my recall steps in and voila ethics in five minutes or less. The days I get really savvy. Like this past weekend, it is fun regaling more than the Round Table. The storytelling is beyond the words, it is getting to the challenge, the venture, the mission afterwords.

So, last night I did not hurry over to the computer. I was lulled into sleep by the quiet hum of the air conditioning. The stories were over and the neighborhood quieted down. At least one adult picked up my challenge to teach the old way by voice and acting. Not just to kids, but to each other as well. In the dark I heard someones agree. Maybe this summer will be a bit different from electronic games and sleeping late for some.

The druthers comes down to taking the opportunity to illustrate the moment in recounting legends, acting out characters and archetypes, even singing. Even if you are talking to yourself on the corner of Main or Ervay, take the moment to realize the power of spoken word especially when it is grounded in the ancients. I’ve never seen “Game of Thrones”, but someone mention that I might take some inspiration from it. The gist is almost like ComiCon on a large scale, but it is tainted like convention for the wise and learned who acknowledge there is work to be done. I had the name for the game last night and earlier today, but it has slipped from my mind. When it comes back, I’ll let you know.

So, me for part of the summer, I’ll be working on memorizing legends, parables, koans and such to see what I can do for the ethics components of my religious eduction. I’m a bit eclectic and can not stand to be too far away from Christ. Still I love to see the stem of ancient lessons in modern day. The dignity of man is still buried somewhere out there to be unearth, polish and represented. Besides, if most of the work has been done, there is no need for me to reinvent the work. Besides that, I must put a little more effort into reading the catechism. I’ve made head way in the past, but for personal discipline I seem back in the ways of studying world culture and world religions. I am patient and for now I have time.

Meanwhile, game time. I have no rules except please have some understanding of the tale your applying to whatever situation. Timing is everything and there are no solicitations. This is all on the up and up. Also don’t feel like you have to depend on Western cultures to be your fount of inspiration. Use what ever drove you to discovery of those tales and share. In twos or more it sounds like it would lead to a solid improve with at least one core concept to work from. This scenario may be more of a learning situation for participants than for an audience. Remember and lose yourself, but take the opportunity to embody the archetype, God/dess, famous individual you choose. The act out is a journey is for all to be involved and be changed.

As I get more ideas, I’ll be posting.

YF,

NCC

P.S. I’m back.

For the sake of hoping and celebrating that all forms of wisdom will never leave us, let’s call this game “Eternals”.

Meanwhile back to power napping before dinner wile the main dish cooks.

Roasted chicken over mixed salad greens with balsamic vinagrette.

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Screenshots: Workbooks

Posted by Tespid on May 13, 2015

  • Just the facts, ma’am

    Pine River TimesMay 7, 2015
    For some students, the Junior Police Academy program at Bayfield Middle … work through two or three chapters of the JPA workbook every week, and for … One aspect of police work he’s tried to highlight is that officers spend …
  • IN COURT: Man escapes ban despite being twice the drink-drive

    Sutton Coldfield ObserverApr 30, 2015
    … and must participate in Intergrated Domestic Abuse Workbook for 60 days. … now participate in any activity as required by a responsible officer up to a … admitting assaulting a police constable in the execution of his duty.
  • No Se Habla

    Willamette WeekMar 4, 2015
    Lolenzo Poe, chief equity officer at PPS, says the district made a … translate many of the concepts in the training session’s 76-page workbook.
  • Georgia Earning a Name for Juvenile Justice in a New Way

    Juvenile Justice Information ExchangeJan 18, 2015
    “These youth-serving systems must be working together,” said the Action Corps’ John Tuell, who co-wrote a technical assistance workbook to …

    ‘How to Be a Better Cop’ Reading List – POLICE Magazine

    www.policemag.com/…/the-how-to-be-a-better-cop-reading-list.aspx

    Sep 29, 2009 – Yeah, I can just picture macho cops lining up to buy this staple at their book store, you bet. But there is a reason why the book is one of the all …

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